God Don't Make Mistakes

Chapter One.

Applying the last of her mascara, Demi Lovato stepped back and took a good look at herself in the mirror. Her black hair was curled to perfection, her bangs swept to the right, and her make up was just right to make her look seductive enough. Wearing a white tank top, showing off some major clevage, with a mini jean skirt and black stiletto heels, Demi smiled at her appearance.

Demi Lovato, 21 years old, 123 pouds, a high school drop out, and a hooker. Every Saturday night since she was 18, she stands on the specific corner she’s assigned that night and waits to be taken home by some perverted family/business man.

Sure, it wasn’t the dream job. But, it had its perks. One, she was paid good money. And second, her and all the other girls, plus their pimp Rodney, were one family, something Demi never had.

Demi’s mother died at child birth, leaving Demi to be raised by her alcoholic father. He abused her from he moment she turned five until she finally graduated at 18. She ran away from home the night she graduated. That’s where she found Rodney.

Rodney, also known as White Chocolate, was like the father Demi never had. He found her wandering the streets, so he took her home. After ‘hiring’ her as one of his hookers (the hiring process is easy, you just sleep with him), Rodney let her live with him until she earned enough money to get her own place.

"Sweet Charity baby, you ready yet?" Rodney called from the living room.

Sweet Charity was Demi’s nickname. Rodney has a thing for Broadway shows and usually all of his girls get their nicknames from Broadway productions. Demi got hers because Rodney heard her singing ‘Hey Big Spender’ (a song from Sweet Charity) in the shower and he thought she sounded amazing. He also thinks it’s like the theme song for his hookers: Hey big spender, spend a little time with me.

"Almost, Rodney." Demi replied. Stuffing 20 dollars in one pocket, a roll of condoms in the other, and her cell phone and a pack of cigarettes in her bra, Demi took one last look at herself in the mirror. She ran her fingers through her hair and fluffed it a bit. After that, she walked into the living room to find Rodney on the couch. ESPN was on the television.

"When’s the Wings game on?" Demi asked.

"Ten." Rodney responded. He looked over his shoulder at Demi. "You’re looking good tonight." He complimented with a smile.

Demi smiled back. “Well, you did say tonight would be worth my wild. So where am I tonight?”

Rodney stood from the couch and entered his room, where he kept his notebook full of corners in the Detroit area. He liked keeping track of corners got good business and others weren’t so good. A minute later, Rodney reappeared in the living room. “Eight Mile and Middlebelt.” He said with a big smile on his face.

Demi’s eyes widened. “But, that’s the busiest corner!”

Rodney nodded, still smiling. “You’ve earned it, Dems.”

Demi’s signature bright smile appeared on her face. She ran over to Rodney and embraced him in a hug. “Thank you so much!” She said, giving Rodney a kiss on the cheek.

"Yeah, I know, I’m brillant." He pulled away from Demi. "Now get going." Rodney said.

Demi nodded and smiled. “Thanks again, Rodney.” Demi said, turning around to head out the door, but not before recieving a slap on the ass from Rodney.

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The corner of Eight Mile and Middlebelt wasn’t a far walk for Demi. Rodney’s house was just a mile away. Demi reached the corner and leaned against the light post. She placed a cigarette in her mouth and lit it. Resting her foot on the light post, Demi took the cigarette out of her mouth and watched the smoke fill the air as she exhaled.

As she stood there, Demi imagined the guy that would pick her up tonight. Maybe he’d be a successful business man who was on a business trip and was lonely and wanting to have some fun. Or, it could be the opposite. He might be an overweight pervert just looking for some action from a hooker because he know he wouldn’t get any somewhere else. Demi cringed at the thought of the second guy.

But either way, she would have to go home with someone tonight to get paid. She almost had enough money saved up to buy her own apartment. Not that she minded living with Rodney, she just wanted a place of her own.

Lost in her thoughts, Demi didn’t even notice the car pull up beside her until the driver honked the horn.

Demi threw her cigarette on the ground and put it out with the heel of her boot. She flipped her bangs out of her eyes and put on a sexy smile and walked toward the car.

It was a nice car. A 1968 red mustang. Demi’s smile grew a little wider, for she knew that this probably wasn’t going to be the overweight guy.

Once Demi was next to the car, the driver rolled down the passenger window. Demi was shocked at the sight of him.

He had curly, brown hair. He wore black Ray-ban sunglasses with a leather jacket and a white t-shirt underneath with some really tight blue jeans covering his legs. He looked to be about her age.

"Aren’t you a little young to be out this late?" Demi asked the driver, who was actually really attractive.

"I could ask you the same thing." He driver responded with a smirk. "I’m Nick. Nick Jonas." He introduced.

Jonas. Demi knew that name. That family was the richest family in Southeast Michigan. “Well Nick, you can call me Sweet Charity.”

Nick smiled. “Why don’t you hop in, Sweet Charity?”